Meu cachorro Bingo, nos anos 94 conheci uma cadela chamada pretinha que vivia nas ruas de minha cidade, todos davam comida a pretinha, era uma cadela vira latas de porte grande, vivia carregada de filhotes, tinha um moço que intitulava ser seu dono, mas na verdade ela pertencia as ruas. Por onde ela andava todos colocavam comida para ela, diziam que tinha que amamentar muitos filhotes, numa tarde de dezembro estava sentada com minhas vizinhas na porta da rua, quando vi o moço que dizia ser dono dela, chamei pelo nome, Sebastião ele prontamente me atendeu, pedi um filhote da nova remessa que nasceria próximo, na verdade no dia seguinte, pedi que fosse macho para ser vigia do meu quintal. Ele disse assim que nascer trago para você, dito e feito na tarde seguinte chamou na porta quando atendi era Sebastião com um filhote bem miudinho e de olhos fechados havia acabado de nascer, eu peguei com todo carinho envolvi num cobertorzinho de bebê e fui ao mercado comprar chuquinha e mamadeira para o Bingo esse é seu nome. Chovia muito aquele ano, eu tinha uma varanda onde havia um berço de meu filho caçula e algumas coisas abandonadas, depois de dar a chuquinha a Bingo, envolvi bem com o cobertor e coloquei no berço e cobri com as grades para ele não escapar, na verdade nunca escaparia era um bebê, mas eu com minha falta de experiência tranquei bem, na manhã seguinte lá estava todo cheio de cocô dei um banho e uma chuquinha ele quis mais estava faminto, resolvi colocar o leite na mamadeira mamou toda e queria mais, devagar fui adaptando o tanto certo, com o tempo aprendi a fazer exatamente o tanto necessário, ele crescia rápido, eu fui trabalhar meu filho deu o banho e secou com o secador de cabelos, queimou o Bingo bastante, foi um trabalho cuidar dele com os queimados, mas ele era saudável e rapidamente curou.
Com o passar dos anos ele virou meu guarda costas, todos saiam eu ficava só, ele deitava no tapete e nem meu pai entrava em minha casa, simplesmente ele não deixava, as portas de minha casa dormiam abertas com ele deitado no tapete da porta, todos da rua temiam o Bingo. Ele passou ser respeitado por todos por sua fiel companhia a mim. Posso dizer que na cidade não ha quem não conheça o cachorro, uns por curiosidade pela fama de bravo, outros porque sabem o quanto é especial para mim. Ele faz parte de minha família e sempre fará. O tempo passou para mim e para ele, na medida que o tempo passava ele envelhecendo mas sempre cuidado sob minha proteção, teve uma época que meus filhos mudaram de cidade para trabalhar, meu marido saia muito a noite e como minha mãe morava perto de mim eu ficava só, houve uma onda de assaltos na cidade e todos temiam, lugar pequeno todos comentavam a mesma coisa eu e minha mãe estávamos sentadas no sofá da sala quando ouvi Bingo latindo forte um homem chamava na frente da rua por favor segure esse cão preciso falar com você, eu atendi mas o homem não podia nem movimentar as mãos, eu falei Bingo precisa ser um pouco educado, eu falava com ele como se ele fosse meu filho menor, ensinava as coisas certas e as erradas, tudo que eu comia e bebia ele também comia adorava sorvete tomava um inteiro e queria mais, quando eu preparava a comida dele antes eu comia um pouco para ele ver que estava gostoso, nunca comia antes dele sempre servia o meu e o dele igualzinho, as pessoas diziam que eu tratava melhor que muitas crianças na verdade eram tratadas, mas sempre considerei ele um grande amigo uma criança, crianças e amigos merecem ser bem tratados.
Hoje meu Bingo está com seus 21 anos quase completando 22, mas o tempo chegou para ele, está velho não enxerga, não ouve, e nem tem olfato, mas continua lá no quintal, para mim é muito triste saber que vou perde-lo mesmo sem querer. Quase não está comendo e precisa ficar preso a uma corrente para não cair e nem ser atropelado, se pudesse mantê-lo vivo faria isto, para mim ele foi e será sempre um ente querido que me fez rir e chorar muitas vezes, meus filhos cresceram casaram e tenho netos e o Bingo ainda pode brincar com eles, em maio deste ano meu neto teve brincando com ele e eu pensava, se ele pudesse esperar meu neto crescer certamente seriam bons amigos assim como foi para minha família estes anos todos. Me mandaram sacrifica-lo, disse jamais farei isto, ele continua vivo não está doente, a idade chegou para ele assim como está chegando para mim, é agora que precisa de todo carinho e amor. Isto ele terá no tempo que lhe resta, um cachorro como ele acho que nunca mais vou encontrar, mas sonho arranjar outro e de novo chamar de Bingo em homenagem a meu grande amigo. Após sua morte será sepultado em meu quintal e continuará para sempre vivo em meu coração. Se eu fosse descrever todas as emoções e alegrias que vivi com Bingo eu escreveria um grande livro, tudo que eu tenho para contar sobre ele dificilmente caberia num livro de 500 páginas, afinal 21 anos de amizade não são 21 dias.
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My dog Bingo, in the '94s I met a dog called a black lady who lived in the streets of my city, everyone gave food to the black cat, she was a big dog, she was full of puppies, she had a young man who claimed to be her owner, but in fact it belonged to the streets. Wherever she went, they all put food for her, said that she had to nurse many babies, one December afternoon I was sitting with my neighbors at the front door, when I saw the boy who claimed to be his owner, I called him by name, Sebastiao he promptly told me answered, I asked for a puppy from the new consignment that would be born next, actually the next day, I asked him to be a male to be a lookout in my yard. He said as soon as I was born I bring him to you, said and done the next afternoon knocked on the door when I answered was Sebastian with a small baby and closed eyes had just been born, I caught with all the affection I wrapped in a baby blanket and went to the market buy spinoff and bottle for Bingo this is your name. It rained a lot that year, I had a porch where there was a cradle of my youngest son and some abandoned things, after giving the blowjob to Bingo, wrapped well with the blanket and put in the cradle and covered with the bars so he did not escape, in the truth would never escape was a baby, but I with my lack of experience I locked up well, the next morning there was all full of poop I gave a shower and a swish he wanted more I was hungry, I decided to put the milk in the bottle suckled whole and wanted more, I grew up fast, I went to work my son gave the bath and dried with the hair dryer, burned the Bingo enough, it was a job to take care of him with the burned, but he was healthy and quickly healed.
Over the years he turned my bodyguard, everyone left I was alone, he lay on the carpet and not even my father came into my house, he simply did not leave, the doors of my house slept open with him lying on the carpet of the door, everyone on the street feared Bingo. He has been respected by all for his faithful companionship to me. I can say that in the city there are those who do not know the dog, some out of curiosity for the fame of bravo, others because they know how special it is for me. He is part of my family and always will. Time passed for me and for him, as time passed he grew older but always cared for under my protection, there was a time when my children moved from town to work, my husband went out a lot at night and as my mother lived near me I was alone, there was a wave of robberies in the city and everyone feared, small place everyone commented the same thing my mother and I were sitting on the sofa in the living room when I heard loud bingo barking a man called in front of the street please hold that precise dog talk to you, I answered but the man could not even move his hands, I said Bingo needs to be a little educated, I would talk to him as if he were my youngest son, taught the right things and the wrong ones, everything I ate and he drank too, he ate ice cream, he took an entire one and wanted more, when I prepared his food before I ate a little so he could see that it was delicious, he never ate before he always served mine and his was the same, I was treated better than many children actually were treated, but I always considered him a great friend a child, children and friends deserve to be treated well.
Today my Bingo is with his 21 years almost completing 22, but the time has come for him, is old does not see, does not listen, and does not smell, but is still there in the yard, for me it's very sad to know that I'm going to lose it myself unintentionally. Almost is not eating and must be attached to a chain to not fall and be run over, if I could keep him alive would do this, for me he was and will always be a loved one that made me laugh and cry many times, my children grew up got married and got grandson and Bingo can still play with him, in May of this year my grandson had playing with him and I thought if he could wait for my grandson to grow would certainly be good friends just like it was for my family these years all. They sent me to sacrifice him, said I will never do this, he is still alive, he is not sick, the age has arrived for him as he is coming to me, now he needs all affection and love. This he will have in the time he has left, a dog like him I think I will never find again, but I dream to get another one and call Bingo again in honor of my great friend. After his death he will be buried in my backyard and will remain forever alive in my heart. If I were to describe all the emotions and joys I lived with Bingo I would write a great book, all I have to tell you about it would hardly fit in a 500 page book, after all 21 years of friendship are not 21 days.
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Mi perro Bingo, en los años 94, conocí una perra llamada que tenía que vivir en las calles de mi ciudad, todos daban comida a la pretendida, era una perra que se volvía latas de porte grande, vivía cargada de cachorros, tenía un mozo que titulaba ser su dueño, pero en realidad pertenecía a las calles. Por donde ella andaba todos ponían comida para ella, decían que tenía que amamantar a muchos cachorros, una tarde de diciembre estaba sentada con mis vecinas en la puerta de la calle, cuando vi al mozo que decía ser dueño de ella, llamé por su nombre, Sebastián él prontamente me le contesté, pedí un cachorro de la nueva entrega que nacería cerca, en la verdad al día siguiente, le pedí que fuera macho para ser vigilante de mi jardín. En el caso de que se trate de una persona que no sea de su familia o de su familia, comprar chuquinha y biberón para el Bingo ese es su nombre. En el caso de que se trate de una de las más importantes de la historia de la humanidad, se ha convertido en una de las más antiguas del mundo. que no es la primera vez que se hace el amor, el amor, el amor, el amor, el amor, el amor, el amor, el amor, el amor, el amor, el amor, el amor, el amor, me fui a trabajar mi hijo dio el baño y se secó con el secador de pelo, quemó el bingo bastante, fue un trabajo cuidar de él con los demás. quemados, pero él era sano y rápidamente curado.
Con el paso de los años él se volvió mi guarda, todos salían, me quedaba solo, él echaba en la alfombra y ni mi padre entraba en mi casa, simplemente él no dejaba, las puertas de mi casa dormían abiertas con él acostado en la alfombra de la puerta, todos de la calle temían al Bingo. Él pasó a ser respetado por todos por su fiel compañía a mí. Puedo decir que en la ciudad no hay quien no conozca al perro, unos por curiosidad por la fama de bravo, otros porque saben lo especial que es para mí. Él forma parte de mi familia y siempre lo hará. El tiempo pasó para mí y para él, a medida que el tiempo pasaba envejeciendo pero siempre cuidado bajo mi protección, tuvo una época que mis hijos cambiaron de ciudad para trabajar, mi marido salía muy de noche y como mi madre vivía cerca de mí me quedaba solo, hubo una ola de asaltos en la ciudad y todos temían, lugar pequeño todos comentaban lo mismo y mi madre estábamos sentados en el sofá de la sala cuando oí Bingo latente fuerte un hombre llamaba delante de la calle por favor sostener ese perro preciso hablar contigo, yo atendí pero el hombre no podía ni mover las manos, hablé Bingo necesita ser un poco educado, yo hablaba con él como si él fuera mi hijo menor, enseñaba las cosas correctas y las equivocadas, todo lo que yo comía y, bebía él también comía adoraba helado tomaba un entero y quería más, cuando preparaba la comida de él antes yo comía un poco para él ver que estaba delicioso, nunca comía antes de él siempre servía el mío y el suyo igual, las personas di zan que yo trataba mejor que muchos niños en realidad eran tratados, pero siempre lo consideré un gran amigo un niño, niños y amigos merecen ser bien tratados.
Hoy mi Bingo está con sus 21 años casi completando 22, pero el tiempo llegó para él, está viejo no ve, no oye, y ni tiene olfato, pero continúa allí en el patio, para mí es muy triste saber que voy a perderlo mismo sin querer. Casi no está comiendo y necesita quedarse atrapado a una corriente para no caer y ni ser atropellado, si pudiera mantenerlo vivo lo haría, para mí fue y será siempre un ser querido que me hizo reír y llorar muchas veces, mis hijos crecieron se casaron y tengo nieto y Bingo todavía puede jugar con él, en mayo de este año mi nieto jugó con él y yo pensaba, si él pudiera esperar a mi nieto crecer ciertamente serían buenos amigos así como fue para mi familia estos años todos. Me mandaron sacrificio, dijo jamás lo haré, él sigue vivo no está enfermo, la edad llegó para él así como está llegando a mí, es ahora que necesita todo cariño y amor. Esto tendrá en el tiempo que le queda, un perro como él creo que nunca más voy a encontrar, pero sueño arreglar otro y de nuevo llamar a Bingo en homenaje a mi gran amigo. Después de su muerte será sepultado en mi jardín y continuará para siempre vivo en mi corazón. Si yo fuera a describir todas las emociones y alegrías que vivía con Bingo yo escribiría un gran libro, todo lo que tengo que contar sobre él difícilmente cabría en un libro de 500 páginas, después de 21 años de amistad no son 21 días.
Texto de la escritora Luzia Couto. Derechos de Autor Reservados a la autora. Prohibida la copia, pegado, reproducción de cualquier naturaleza o divulgación en cualquier medio, del todo o parte de esta obra, sin autorización expresa de la autora bajo pena de violación de las Leyes Brasileñas e Internacional de Protección a los Derechos de Propiedad Intelectual.
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-Luzia Couto es autora del Romance "Una prisión en el paraíso", Y la nueva novela El Amor Sucede en Toscana a la venta en las librerías Club de Autores (Versión impresa) y Amazon (Versión Digital).
My dog Bingo, in the '94s I met a dog called a black lady who lived in the streets of my city, everyone gave food to the black cat, she was a big dog, she was full of puppies, she had a young man who claimed to be her owner, but in fact it belonged to the streets. Wherever she went, they all put food for her, said that she had to nurse many babies, one December afternoon I was sitting with my neighbors at the front door, when I saw the boy who claimed to be his owner, I called him by name, Sebastiao he promptly told me answered, I asked for a puppy from the new consignment that would be born next, actually the next day, I asked him to be a male to be a lookout in my yard. He said as soon as I was born I bring him to you, said and done the next afternoon knocked on the door when I answered was Sebastian with a small baby and closed eyes had just been born, I caught with all the affection I wrapped in a baby blanket and went to the market buy spinoff and bottle for Bingo this is your name. It rained a lot that year, I had a porch where there was a cradle of my youngest son and some abandoned things, after giving the blowjob to Bingo, wrapped well with the blanket and put in the cradle and covered with the bars so he did not escape, in the truth would never escape was a baby, but I with my lack of experience I locked up well, the next morning there was all full of poop I gave a shower and a swish he wanted more I was hungry, I decided to put the milk in the bottle suckled whole and wanted more, I grew up fast, I went to work my son gave the bath and dried with the hair dryer, burned the Bingo enough, it was a job to take care of him with the burned, but he was healthy and quickly healed.
Over the years he turned my bodyguard, everyone left I was alone, he lay on the carpet and not even my father came into my house, he simply did not leave, the doors of my house slept open with him lying on the carpet of the door, everyone on the street feared Bingo. He has been respected by all for his faithful companionship to me. I can say that in the city there are those who do not know the dog, some out of curiosity for the fame of bravo, others because they know how special it is for me. He is part of my family and always will. Time passed for me and for him, as time passed he grew older but always cared for under my protection, there was a time when my children moved from town to work, my husband went out a lot at night and as my mother lived near me I was alone, there was a wave of robberies in the city and everyone feared, small place everyone commented the same thing my mother and I were sitting on the sofa in the living room when I heard loud bingo barking a man called in front of the street please hold that precise dog talk to you, I answered but the man could not even move his hands, I said Bingo needs to be a little educated, I would talk to him as if he were my youngest son, taught the right things and the wrong ones, everything I ate and he drank too, he ate ice cream, he took an entire one and wanted more, when I prepared his food before I ate a little so he could see that it was delicious, he never ate before he always served mine and his was the same, I was treated better than many children actually were treated, but I always considered him a great friend a child, children and friends deserve to be treated well.
Today my Bingo is with his 21 years almost completing 22, but the time has come for him, is old does not see, does not listen, and does not smell, but is still there in the yard, for me it's very sad to know that I'm going to lose it myself unintentionally. Almost is not eating and must be attached to a chain to not fall and be run over, if I could keep him alive would do this, for me he was and will always be a loved one that made me laugh and cry many times, my children grew up got married and got grandson and Bingo can still play with him, in May of this year my grandson had playing with him and I thought if he could wait for my grandson to grow would certainly be good friends just like it was for my family these years all. They sent me to sacrifice him, said I will never do this, he is still alive, he is not sick, the age has arrived for him as he is coming to me, now he needs all affection and love. This he will have in the time he has left, a dog like him I think I will never find again, but I dream to get another one and call Bingo again in honor of my great friend. After his death he will be buried in my backyard and will remain forever alive in my heart. If I were to describe all the emotions and joys I lived with Bingo I would write a great book, all I have to tell you about it would hardly fit in a 500 page book, after all 21 years of friendship are not 21 days.
Text of the author Luzia Couto. Copyright The author is reserved. No part of this work may be copied, collated, reproduced, reproduced or disseminated in any medium without the express authorization of the author under penalty of violation of the Brazilian and International Laws for the Protection of Intellectual Property Rights.
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-Luzia Couto is the author of Romance "A Prison in Paradise", and the new novel "The Love Happens in Tuscany" for sale in the Book Club Authors Club (Printed Version) and Amazon (Digital Version).
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Mi perro Bingo, en los años 94, conocí una perra llamada que tenía que vivir en las calles de mi ciudad, todos daban comida a la pretendida, era una perra que se volvía latas de porte grande, vivía cargada de cachorros, tenía un mozo que titulaba ser su dueño, pero en realidad pertenecía a las calles. Por donde ella andaba todos ponían comida para ella, decían que tenía que amamantar a muchos cachorros, una tarde de diciembre estaba sentada con mis vecinas en la puerta de la calle, cuando vi al mozo que decía ser dueño de ella, llamé por su nombre, Sebastián él prontamente me le contesté, pedí un cachorro de la nueva entrega que nacería cerca, en la verdad al día siguiente, le pedí que fuera macho para ser vigilante de mi jardín. En el caso de que se trate de una persona que no sea de su familia o de su familia, comprar chuquinha y biberón para el Bingo ese es su nombre. En el caso de que se trate de una de las más importantes de la historia de la humanidad, se ha convertido en una de las más antiguas del mundo. que no es la primera vez que se hace el amor, el amor, el amor, el amor, el amor, el amor, el amor, el amor, el amor, el amor, el amor, el amor, el amor, me fui a trabajar mi hijo dio el baño y se secó con el secador de pelo, quemó el bingo bastante, fue un trabajo cuidar de él con los demás. quemados, pero él era sano y rápidamente curado.
Con el paso de los años él se volvió mi guarda, todos salían, me quedaba solo, él echaba en la alfombra y ni mi padre entraba en mi casa, simplemente él no dejaba, las puertas de mi casa dormían abiertas con él acostado en la alfombra de la puerta, todos de la calle temían al Bingo. Él pasó a ser respetado por todos por su fiel compañía a mí. Puedo decir que en la ciudad no hay quien no conozca al perro, unos por curiosidad por la fama de bravo, otros porque saben lo especial que es para mí. Él forma parte de mi familia y siempre lo hará. El tiempo pasó para mí y para él, a medida que el tiempo pasaba envejeciendo pero siempre cuidado bajo mi protección, tuvo una época que mis hijos cambiaron de ciudad para trabajar, mi marido salía muy de noche y como mi madre vivía cerca de mí me quedaba solo, hubo una ola de asaltos en la ciudad y todos temían, lugar pequeño todos comentaban lo mismo y mi madre estábamos sentados en el sofá de la sala cuando oí Bingo latente fuerte un hombre llamaba delante de la calle por favor sostener ese perro preciso hablar contigo, yo atendí pero el hombre no podía ni mover las manos, hablé Bingo necesita ser un poco educado, yo hablaba con él como si él fuera mi hijo menor, enseñaba las cosas correctas y las equivocadas, todo lo que yo comía y, bebía él también comía adoraba helado tomaba un entero y quería más, cuando preparaba la comida de él antes yo comía un poco para él ver que estaba delicioso, nunca comía antes de él siempre servía el mío y el suyo igual, las personas di zan que yo trataba mejor que muchos niños en realidad eran tratados, pero siempre lo consideré un gran amigo un niño, niños y amigos merecen ser bien tratados.
Hoy mi Bingo está con sus 21 años casi completando 22, pero el tiempo llegó para él, está viejo no ve, no oye, y ni tiene olfato, pero continúa allí en el patio, para mí es muy triste saber que voy a perderlo mismo sin querer. Casi no está comiendo y necesita quedarse atrapado a una corriente para no caer y ni ser atropellado, si pudiera mantenerlo vivo lo haría, para mí fue y será siempre un ser querido que me hizo reír y llorar muchas veces, mis hijos crecieron se casaron y tengo nieto y Bingo todavía puede jugar con él, en mayo de este año mi nieto jugó con él y yo pensaba, si él pudiera esperar a mi nieto crecer ciertamente serían buenos amigos así como fue para mi familia estos años todos. Me mandaron sacrificio, dijo jamás lo haré, él sigue vivo no está enfermo, la edad llegó para él así como está llegando a mí, es ahora que necesita todo cariño y amor. Esto tendrá en el tiempo que le queda, un perro como él creo que nunca más voy a encontrar, pero sueño arreglar otro y de nuevo llamar a Bingo en homenaje a mi gran amigo. Después de su muerte será sepultado en mi jardín y continuará para siempre vivo en mi corazón. Si yo fuera a describir todas las emociones y alegrías que vivía con Bingo yo escribiría un gran libro, todo lo que tengo que contar sobre él difícilmente cabría en un libro de 500 páginas, después de 21 años de amistad no son 21 días.
Texto de la escritora Luzia Couto. Derechos de Autor Reservados a la autora. Prohibida la copia, pegado, reproducción de cualquier naturaleza o divulgación en cualquier medio, del todo o parte de esta obra, sin autorización expresa de la autora bajo pena de violación de las Leyes Brasileñas e Internacional de Protección a los Derechos de Propiedad Intelectual.
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-Luzia Couto es autora del Romance "Una prisión en el paraíso", Y la nueva novela El Amor Sucede en Toscana a la venta en las librerías Club de Autores (Versión impresa) y Amazon (Versión Digital).
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